[For once, he doesn't have his smirk or his disinterested look. In fact, his expression is one a normal, very confused and possibly a little shy teenage boy might wear if a very beautiful girl who they like suddenly wanted them to kiss them.
So does he just... lean in and put his lips on hers? Is that how it works? He's pale enough that the thought shades his cheeks the lightest pink.
What is he supposed to do...?
A-ya glances down, licking his lips a little. A dry kiss seems unfortunate so it'll help, right? Then he looks back up at her. Those perfect, soft-looking cherry blossom petals that are her lips still look the same now.
His hand rests on hers as he leans forward and softly presses his mouth against those lips.]
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[For once, he doesn't have his smirk or his disinterested look. In fact, his expression is one a normal, very confused and possibly a little shy teenage boy might wear if a very beautiful girl who they like suddenly wanted them to kiss them.
So does he just... lean in and put his lips on hers? Is that how it works? He's pale enough that the thought shades his cheeks the lightest pink.
What is he supposed to do...?
A-ya glances down, licking his lips a little. A dry kiss seems unfortunate so it'll help, right? Then he looks back up at her. Those perfect, soft-looking cherry blossom petals that are her lips still look the same now.
His hand rests on hers as he leans forward and softly presses his mouth against those lips.]